Last year, my roommate and I agreed that should one of us unexpectedly get run over by a bus or killed in a kitchen fire because someone (Stephanie) forgot to unplug the George Foreman grill, the survivor would immediately destroy a box containing all of their friend’s most embarrassing, private and objectionable personal items.
That’s not to say I’m hiding a Polaroid of an indecent encounter...

At last month’s education conference in Boston, we served as host for representatives from several community and technical colleges. We invited them to the conference to learn more about our industry and to explore ways in which all of us might work together to train apartment industry employees and to develop a pipeline of skilled talent for the apartment industry. They came from a wide variety...

In fifth grade I failed a math test. I was the girl who got straight A’s, never talked and spent the first day of summer vacation helping the librarian organize her book shelves, so for me, this minor hiccup felt like an absolute disaster.
I had to get my parents to sign the test, but I was too afraid to show it to them so I forged my mom’s signature. I thought I had done a convincing job—even...

Every summer I write down a list of things I can’t wait to do. Go to an amusement park, watch outdoor movies, save enough money to get an invasive procedure that will shut off my sweat glands—everything that makes this a truly special time of year.
But my favorite thing is going to the beach. Unfortunately, I always end up misjudging a wave, which breaks too early and sends me somersaulting...